I had an absolutely slammed day at work scheduled today. Then, I woke Conner up for school and saw that what we thought was poison ivy yesterday is now some crazy full-body rash?? So, we’re headed to the doctor for their first available appointment today at 11. Conner is actually disappointed to miss school today. Seriously? Is he really a teenager? He said that the rash doesn’t hurt or itch, but it’s scared me and today is Friday–I’m not messing with having to go to the emergency room on a weekend if this gets worse! I can think of very few things I hate more than emergency rooms. It caused me a ridiculous amount of anxiety to call/email/reschedule with all the people I had to in order to clear my day today and my anxiety has already been threatening to boil over lately, but I did it. And, the silver lining is that I now have a few minutes to sip my coffee in peace AND I can wear yoga pants and a comfy sweater all day (huge pluses!).
My dad is being transferred to a care facility today. In the last 24 hours he has “turned a corner” and while he’s likely not going to be able to come home again, the doctors are actually shocked that he’s lucid at times and that his lung tears are actually starting to heal a bit. He’s even off of the ventilator for periods at a time. Yesterday night, the nurse helped him call me in one of his lucid moments. He’s extremely difficult to understand because his speech is very affected by his PSP at this point, but he was very excited when I managed to make out that he wanted me to tell my brother, the husband, and Conner that he has “a lot of confidence in them.” I was like, “Um, sure Dad, I’ll tell them, but what about me, man?!” It took me a few minutes, but I heard the nurse laughing in the background. She said, “He says ‘you already have enough confidence–you don’t need mine.’” Ha. Ha. I told that to the husband, and he was like, “The man’s got a point!” At which point Conner started cackling. *sigh* Geez. These men in my life. I don’t know why I put up with them. ;)
One time i was drunk blogging and a friend told me i should drink some water so i got up and i dropped my glass while i was filling it and it broke and my mom woke up and came to see what happened and i was just surrounded by broken glass wearing a jockstrap in the kitchen at 1 AM
What’s the booty call version of food? Cause i woke up last night just before midnight willing to go looking for an ice cream store that was still open, like my life depended on it. Before ya’ll ask, yes i found an ice cream shop still in full swing, and yes it was ice cream, i checked. It’s not as easy when you’re away from the condos and you can’t entirely just stroll outside, half asleep knowing where shit is – I’m that woman during the night people warn you about, who sits in her car trying to protect about five cats at the same time. There wasn’t any cats, but i’m just trying to create a vivid image of what i probably came across like here. Maybe next time.
”- Well, we all know what was happening last Monday and who you were with. So I’m assuming… - Dad, what the hell was I supposed to say? ‘Hi, that’s Derek Hale but he’s deaged. Because that can happen. Oh, and by the way, Agent McCall, your son is a werewolf?!’
Sterek AU: When Derek gets hit with a temporary deaging curse, the pack does it best to hide this fact. Stiles thinks he did a great job but the “cousin Miguel” thing gets out of hand and soon half of the town thinks Stiles is secretly dating some guy (including “cousin Miguel,” the actual guy that Stiles wants to date).
I know most of u hate Halsey for stupid reasons but no offense…. she literally is working her ass off and has been for the past 2 years and it’s paying off and she did a huge fuckin show at Madison square garden this year and she literally came from being homeless and dropping out of community college and being a lost teenager who didn’t rly know what to make of herself to like??? Living her dreams??? And making music that people care about??? And she’s really inspiring no matter what u think of her??? She still struggles w her mental disorder and she uses music as a channel of communication and coping??? and she writes about sex and love and happiness and sadness and all the shit in between those things and she keeps going and producing what she loves and knows and loving her life and recognizing how lucky she is even tho people shit all over her for it and they whitewash her and they pretend like she’s a joke and she’s just like hm … okay anyways …. and idk that’s just cool and she’s cool as hell